Taking this opportunity to enter seclusion and swiftly turn his gains into cultivation and a solid foundation was the proper business.
Inside the cultivation chamber.
A meditation cushion woven from green bamboo brimmed with clear spiritual charm. Lu Qing sat cross-legged upon it, eyes closed in cultivation.
Yet his hands did not stop moving. It was as though one person had sunk into quiet cultivation, while another's hands moved without pause, ripples of fluctuation spreading around him.
Within the Purple Mansion.
Lu Qing stood atop a wave. This layer of surf, which had hung suspended for so long without falling, now curled back upon itself. Lu Qing stood at the crest of the foremost wave, faint ripples spreading beneath his feet. He gazed into the distance, yet seemed not to stand upon anything solid.
The boundless sea stretched as far as the eye could see, its end forever out of sight.
The Purple Mansion space was where the divine soul dwelled. It moved with the heart and transformed with the spirit.
"Formations, formation arts, the Dao of formations."
Lu Qing said, "Those great seniors can set up formations with a casual wave of their hands. I once thought I would soon be able to do the same, never realizing that we were not even in the same world."
Not a trace of frustration showed on him. If cultivation could proceed smoothly all the way, that would be the truly strange thing. Lu Qing had anticipated this day, and at last broke through his previous bottleneck.
A few days ago, Lu Qing had believed that the bottleneck before him was as firm as a boulder, impossible to break, and would need to be ground away bit by bit.
Yet unexpectedly, once he saw through it and attained enlightenment, it became like